Monday, October 5, 2015

October 5th, 2015




Monday, October 5, 2015



I am running from one room to another. In this other room, there is a bed, a closet full of clothes. Also, there is a hockey bag that doubles as an airport travel bag with handle and wheels. The bag is a Montreal Canadiens hockey bag. This is the second dream I had about Montreal. In another, which I describe earlier in this blog, I am overseas mulling over whether I should return to Canada. All of a sudden, the radio snaps on, "When I think about those nights in Montreal....." Gino Vanelli, the Canadian connection. A hockey bag that doubles as an airport bag is like a violin that doubles as a gun.



I am at a rooming house for the night. It is the top floor, front room of the Afton Hotel, although it is located further up the street, where the Waldon Hotel would be. I am putting a new plant on the windowsill, indicated with an arrow. There are other plants there. There is a protective black wrought iron metal bar on the window as a support for the plants. There are two large beige curtains overhanging the window.
Across the street is the Vancouver Police station.



I am thinking, "I live across from the Police station, that means if I am toking, then they can see me through the window. I look across the street, but see nothing but ceiling lights. No cops looking out the windows at me.



But I also see a row of Police lockers, a double row, one on top of another. They have a greyish beige colour to them. The Police station has that curious wine red marble with whitish streaks, reminding me of the fuschia sky and white clouds of death. I saw the UFO outside the window of Golden Harvest theatre with the Vancouver Police station across the street as a backdrop behind the UFO. Seeing someone's shirt without seeing that person is a reference to that person. Seeing the Police station without the UFO in this case may be an oblique reference to it.




There is a Native guy walking down the street from left to right. I am thinking. "When I put these plants on the windowsill, it will give the street a forest effect to those walking below."



I am at a hospital. I've had many dreams about hospitals. In the dreams, that is the place where I am going to die. On this occasion though, an old lady with short permed hair walks into the room. I ask if I could give her a hug. She hugs me, but as she does, I sense that she usually doesn't hug just anybody as she is kind of strict, Catholic, but me, she would hug. She made an exception for me.


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Wednesday, October 8, 2015




I was on the East side of South Granville St, around Granville and 11th, night. Police. They invite me on a ride along with a bunch of teenagers I was already with. There are two rows, one of top of another made of a fence netting, wrought iron, on top of the Police bus, kind of like those strange airplane patent designs where passengers sat on top of one another. I was on the top row.







There was a camera too. A swivelling automatically panoramic moving camera, kind of like the one on the Mars Rover, it looked towards the front and turned clockwise towards me and for a second, it recorded me, it was moving, swivelling, recording, and then the camera turned counterclockwise towards the front again, recording what was ahead of it.



And I noticed that a black Police drug sniffer dog was pulling the entire bus down the stairs on a leash! It was like no Police vehicle I ever seen.





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My Blonde Female Protector


A reprise of a dream I previously had.









I was playing hackysack perfectly in front of an old house. It was autumn sunset.





Then I teleported to the left side of the house where there were some demolished cars.




A 3rd World guy, slightly chubby, wearing a white polo shirt with a horizontal stripe design called me "a male prostitute". I didn't like that.



I teleported to just outside the fence. In the distance a group of peasants bent over working like in a French painting.



One of them was a blonde lady with straight long blonde hair. She was looking right at me! I telepathically inferred that she was very concerned about me.

Interpretation: They are the Police! U.C.s. In a different form for a different time, a different dimension.


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Tuesday, September 29, 2015




I was at a kitchen getting my things together in my overnight bag.



I was at a high school gymnasium doing yoga perfectly. The expert asana.



I went and saw a swimming pool, posh, full of people, so inviting. *Note: I won't draw the people, just the pool, in this case picture a lot of people; a crowded swimming pool.





Then I was at a room where there were a bunch of drawers. The other drawers looked normal but two of them were green, had a yellow border and crowns painted on them. Someone was punching the drawers in with his fingers, including the top but not bottom of the green and yellow crowned drawers.
Green represents the Royal military.






I understood I was in a Royal place. I decided to go back to the swimming pool. There was a nightclub crowd like group of people leaving the swimming pool as I was heading towards it. Like the nightclub group in the Gold Room in the shining; nightclub crowd ghosts.



At the pool there was still a few people there. *Note: I won't draw the people, just the pool, in this case picture just a very few people.




I went in to the adjacent room. There was a pool table in the centre. A partitioned window, unbroken, on three sides, and a sumptious purple leather bench lining the windows.



I was taking off my socks getting ready to go into the pool, "I never been to a Royal place before. This is the real thing. This is major. I'll take a quick swim, but they're probably going to give us all the bum's rush at 5 in the afternoon."



I went back to the swimming pool room. There was a black wrought iron metal railing on the landing and below it, I saw a large bathtub, caked with black dirt at the bottom, not at all inviting. Then the swimming pool was transparent. All the blue dye was gone. It was a big swimming pool, with the water transparent, you could see the small white tiles lining the pool. The water was yellowish and brackish, pool scum was floating. Not inviting at all. I reflected on the nightclub crowd that left earlier. They knew the pool was clearing out like that. I should have followed them.



I grabbed my things from drawers in the room with the swimming pool. First from drawer 1, then 2, then 3.





Then I went back to that kitchen area. "It's time to go, son!" It was Martin Sheen's voice, but he was my father in the dream. I ran out. The trunk of the car was open for my things. Martin Sheen was standing beside the car.


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Wednesday, November 18, 2015




Walking down an L shaped hallway in a Chinese restaurant. A Chinese guy with a mohawk is standing to the left. I avoid him sensing he's a Chinese gang member.




I turn the corner at the crook of the L shape going left and walk down a flight of steps thinking, "The polite people in Hong Kong usually know how to and avoid gangsters."




I am in a customs hallway. I go to the one in the middle with the customs officer already there. At the customs booth. A customs officer said something about me having to wear a tank top. Then I pull out a ziploc bag with a very interesting Canadian coin. It's a rare $100 Canadian coin. It has two colors like a toonie. It is very thick in the middle part, the shape of a face. There is CANADA clearly written on the bottom of the center part.


It is nice on welfare day or pay day to have a dream about a great coin.

I had this dream right after I uploaded McDonaldland rebooted, my then newest cartoon. It had a depiction of Terence McKenna's D.M.T. clockwork elves, or aka mechanical elves. Maybe it was the mechanical elf aspect of the dreamworld that showed me this coin.

McDonaldland rebooted from Dean Noble on Vimeo.



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Thursday, January 21, 2016



Dream: I visited my aunt and uncle. My aunt is a retired librarian. My aunt said to my uncle, "Did you tell him the news?" Then my uncle and I walked downstairs one flight. He then said, "Father died last year in January." Even though he didn't say 'Your father', I knew that was what he meant. All these years I could have called my adoptive father and I didn't and now he's dead.